It's for the best, most likely, that Crowley's not able to communicate this to Raguel. Otherwise he'd find himself floating naked in an airtight bubble. Raguel would forget to put air holes in it, not that Crowley normally needs them.

As it is, he makes sure that the raindrops won't land on Crowley and flops down in the mud next to him, head propped on one hand. He was wearing something dark and fairly snappy, now indistinguishable from the grey sludge covering the ground. He's still grinning like he can't stop doing it.